Eliana is excited for a New Year’s Eve sleepover at her aunt and uncle’s house.

The New Year’s Eve bash begins with make-your-own pizzas.

Let the feasting begin!

Root beer—a rare treat indeed.

I’m hungry.

Me, too.

Sorry, boys. Next up are the little people.

Who knows what Salt and Pepper are up to!

The three littlest.

Pretty interesting pizzas!

The finishing touch.

Voila!

Now it’s the big boys’ turn.

I don’t need no steenkin’ rolling pin.

Ellie’s face is priceless. Having lived most of her life in the low-ceilinged trailer, she has never been privy to this display.

Where did it go?

Just kidding. He’s a pro. Only his progeny get it stuck in the ceiling fan.

Scott: I like the rolling pin method. It’s safer.

The rest of the evening was filled with general merriment,

goofiness,

and craziness.

There was also a homemade ball that dropped, but New Year’s Eve is not a time for this photographer to get pictures. It’s all this photographer could do to stay awake! In fact, this post is making this writer hungry and tired. Good night.